Sitting on the bank of a river,
I wish I hadn’t gone there.
No one there, no one to make me cry-
Mocking Fate just past me by.
No one to smile back, no one to hide,
Lonely I stand yet satisfied.
Seeing the ripples in the blues
Searching the dark for beautiful hues.
Whose threshold am I standing on?
No count, how many came here and are gone
Stuck staring at the stars that night…
Slowly sleeps the tired eternized light.
Haven’t I given enough to all foe and friends
Now have nothing to take or to lend
Awaited for long a bestill hold
Uncaged finally, with a sigh am cold…
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